Posts Tagged ‘truckers’

I was joking around with a friend the other day and we got on the subject of road head. He said he’d never had the pleasure. My heart broke a little at the thought of this man having NEVER received a blow job while barreling down the highway or weaving through city streets. The next day I asked around and discovered that, sniffle, he is not the only man in the world who has yet to receive road head. This was shocking to me. Call me archaic, I don’t really care. Shit, call Gloria Steinem and tell her I single-handedly set the women’s rights movement back a million years. As far as I am concerned, it is your job as a good woman and a sexual being to, every so often, fore go the old safety belt and tear into your man’s pants after a long night partying with friends or when headed home from a romantic dinner or an evening with your parents or while on your way to a concert in Detroit. It’s a requirement. Cars are sexy. It’s where it all starts. So many early sexual experiences happen in cars. They’re usually your first little dose of privacy as a teenager. I got fingered for the first time (well, really fingered) in my old Toyota outside a CVS pharmacy and, having grown up in the Midwest, I was lucky enough to have access to 38 drive in theaters in my state alone. That’s like thirty-eight $5 motel rooms to a 17 year old, all within driving distance. Sex and cars is 100% Americana. Think ‘lovers lane’ which Wikipedia describes as, “a generic term for secluded areas where people kiss or make out,” explaining that, “these areas range from parking lots in secluded rural areas to places with extraordinary views of a cityscape or other feature. Lovers’ lanes are typically found in cultures built around the automobile—lovers often make out in a car or van for privacy. Lovers’ lanes have existed for centuries, sometimes as places for secret meetings with a loved one or as a euphemism for red-light districts and other areas of prostitution.” Regardless of your relationship with your whip, this is about your relationship with your dude. It’s about speed and mobility and the raunchy titillation that comes from knowing some trucker is probably gonna catch you with your face in your man’s lap and envision himself in your drivers’ seat all the way to Milwaukee. I was reminded of a poem by James Dickey, the man who wrote Deliverance of all things. It’s called Cherrylog Road and I think it evokes this very sentiment. It’s about kids fucking in a junkyard but it could just as easily have been the lyrics to Born to Run, Little Red Corvette or Mustang Sally. Enjoy… oh, and don’t take it this far.